[MF] Other Duties as Assigned

This is something I wrote to titillate a friend. Happy to hear from anyone who reads it and likes it:

As one o’clock grew closer, Kyle, a twenty-two-year-old front desk worker, grew more nervous. When the clock struck one, he would have his first annual evaluation with Mikaela, his flirtatious (and married) boss. His performance didn’t worry him (he excelled at the challenges of low-level university administration), but the thought of being alone with Mikaela in her corner office did. Recently, she had been stopping by his desk more often than usual on quiet days—there had been many of those this summer. Today, they were the only two souls in the suite, maybe the whole building. He shuffled papers as the morning’s conversation with Mikaela played back in his mind.

Nearly an hour earlier, Mikaela had leaned over his desk, her ample bosom on display, cleavage spilling out from the (only partially buttoned) pink-striped shirt clinging to her otherwise petit body.

“Kyle,” she said, her long blonde curls framing her face, “I know we don’t talk about our personal lives much, but there’s something I really want to get off of my chest. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” said Kyle. Their conversations had gradually taken a more familiar turn, but something in her eyes suggested more playfulness than usual. He straightened in his chair, curious.

“Well,” said Mikaela, “It may seem trivial to you—you’re young after all—but my husband and I have been fighting over whether or not we should have children.” She took a deep breath, chest swelling, the buttons of her shirt bravely—almost unsuccessfully—keeping the dam from breaking, then sighed. “I want them; he doesn’t have enough of the ingredients in his chowder, if you take my meaning. I’m afraid it’s as simple as that. A girl only has so much time, you understand? I’m thirty-five, and . . . well it has gotten to the point where I’ve threatened divorce. He loves me dearly, but he just won’t budge on letting me seek what I need elsewhere.”

Kyle leaned back, knitting his eyebrows in thought. “Elsewhere? You mean you want to become pregnant no matter where the, uh, raw materials come from? Is that what you mean?”

Mikaela smiled. “Yes!” she said. “But the stubborn mule won’t let me. He says that we can only have them if they happen to spring up from his own seed, I hope that isn’t too crass of me to say.”

“Well,” said a wary Kyle, “I guess if it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be. And if it isn’t, then it isn’t.”

Mikaela tossed her hair in frustration. “Yes, right, right. But I just wish there were some way to remedy this situation without praying for a miracle. It’s my own fault I suppose, marrying someone so much older. I should have been with someone my own age, someone young and strong who isn’t shooting blanks.”

Her eyes met Kyle’s. She crossed her arms on his desk and leaned over them, pushing her breasts up and exaggerating their curves. “You know, Kyle, sometimes I just wish a young man like you would walk into my office and ravish me. Even if someone found out and it cost me my job. Children are the future, right?”

Kyle swallowed hard, lowering his eyes and attempting to keep his voice level. “Is that so?” he said. “Just walk into your office and give you what you want?”

Mikaela smiled. “Yes, just walk right in and take me then and there. It’s a shame there’s no chance of that happening today, what with us being locked in my office for your review all afternoon. I have quite a few things to show you, and some ideas to share.” Mikaela stood up, straightening her shirt and pinching the sides of her pencil skirt, pulling it down over her thighs. “Anyways,” she said, “I have something to do before we meet, but I’ll see you in an hour for that review.”

Kyle’s eyes couldn’t resist dropping to Mikaela’s attractive bottom, swaying from side to side suggestively as she strutted to her door. She had an ass of a size to match her tits, round and its perfection hardly hidden beneath a skirt as tight as it was daringly short.

In the present, a voice broke Kyle’s reminiscence.

“Kyle,” called Mikaela, “I’m ready for you.”

Nervously, he picked up his things and walked toward her office. As he entered the doorway, eyes locked on a written summary for the meeting which he could not seem to read in his present inner turmoil, Mikaela said, “Shut the door and take a seat, unless there’s another position you would prefer. This plug is so tight, I can’t seem to push it in.”

Kyle looked up from the stack of papers in his hands and dropped his jaw.

Before him, he saw Mikaela’s curvaceous cheeks on full display. She sat upon her desk on her hands and knees fiddling with cords underneath her computer monitor, her rear-end thrust out toward the open door. Her skirt was so short Kyle could almost see that part of her body which, for the last hour, he had been fantasizing about penetrating. Reaching for something beneath the monitor, she arched her back further. As she did, the fabric of her skirt rode up until it barely reached past the curve of her ass, bringing the most private parts of her body into view.

Kyle’s heart raced. He could feel himself throbbing between his thighs, his pants pinching as he swelled with admiration for the sight before him: Mikaela’s puffy pussy lips glistened, a line of sticky fluid hanging down from them.

She tossed her hair and peered at him over her shoulder with a sultry look, her red lips parted. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked. Her eyes dropped to his stiffening cock, now outlined clearly in his khakis. She dwelled there for several moments, before she met his eyes again said, “Come inside, Kyle.”

— —

Kyle felt for the door. His fingers clumsily grasped its cold wood while blood pumping to his loins warmed his oaken shaft. He swung the door shut without looking, eyes captured in the gravity of Mikaela’s brown and pink holes.

“You, uh, you wanted me to take a seat?” said Kyle.

Mikaela tilted her head back, emphasizing the already remarkable curve of her spine. “I did,” she said, “unless you can think of another position you would find more pleasurable.”

Kyle shuffled forward one small step at a time, stunned by Mikaela’s invitation. His breathing grew more shallow as his hands fumbled at the button of his pants. Once the button was free, his fingers absently clutched the zipper and tugged it down. He lowered his underwear. Mikaela watched with greedy eyes as the elastic band caught on the broad head of his member, then slid free. The weight of his meaty cock spilled out over the fabric and pointed at her slit. In rhythm with the beat of his heart, Kyle’s shaft twitched as if trying to pull away from his body and extend into Mikaela’s dripping sex.

Mikaela wiggled left and right, bouncing her weight from one knee to the other as she shimmied them away from one another, spreading her thighs apart. Kyle stood at attention as he watched Mikaela’s lips peel open, her moistened hole inviting his eager shaft for a closer inspection.

“Kyle,” she said, “today, your job is to use me like your own personal cumslut. Take me like your little fuckdoll. We’ll talk about your performance when something else is dripping down my thighs.” She rocked her ass back and forth, booty bouncing joyfully in anticipation of Kyle’s seven-inch dick.

“Yes ma’am,” stammered Kyle. He reached out his hands, placing them on Mikaela’s bubble butt. He squeezed; she smiled. Emboldened, he slapped her and watched the shockwave travel from one cheek to the other.

“Oh!” Mikaela gasped. “Are you going to stand there teasing me, or are you going to get to work?”

Kyle’s fingers traversed her body, grazing the soft flesh of her ass and then traveling down to her gaping slit. He rubbed his palm against her. Warmth radiated from her sex.

Kyle’s hand came away sticky and dripping. He locked eyes with Mikaela and reached down between his thighs, coating himself in her wetness, lubricating his body before it entered hers.

Mikaela stuck her bottom out toward Kyle, giving him another invitation.

He grasped the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up to her hips, then stretched his fingers across her love handles. He grabbed Mikaela’s body. Then he pulled.

Kyle’s slick cock sank into the folds of Mikaela’s needy pussy.

She reacted immediately, biting her lip, eyes rolling up so that Kyle could see only the whites. He relished the friction of his shaft against the walls of her vagina. It had been some time since Kyle had last had sex, and he had almost forgotten the ecstasy of those first few thrusts as lubricant smoothed and amplified the sensations of penetration. He moved slowly, preparing her body to take the full extent of his girth.

Mikaela had other plans. She threw her ass back, clapping it against Kyle’s hips with a SMACK. She could feel his balls pulling tight against her clit. Her pussy swallowed every massive inch of him.

— —

“Oh, fuck!” Kyle exclaimed. He threw his head back and held Mikaela’s hips tighter. She felt his fingers pressing into her soft flesh.

Mikaela moaned and dug her nails into the wooden desk top. “Fuck me, Kyle,” she said. “I’m dripping wet for you.”

Driven wild by the intimacy of Mikaela’s walls gripping his stiff member, Kyle transformed. He slapped her ass again, harder this time.

“Fuck my pussy!”

His hands moved to her cheeks, grabbing and spreading. Mikaela felt his thumb grazing against the sensitive flesh between them. He pressed his finger in ever so gently.

“Fill me with your hard cock, fill me Daddy.”

In a swift motion, Kyle’s arm wrapped around Mikaela’s neck. She felt his bicep swell as he pulled her upright, pressing her back flush against chest, squeezing her windpipe and delicate arteries. Blood pounded through those channels, yet her head felt light. Her head bent backward onto Kyle’s shoulder. His sweet breath warmed the side of her face as his lips brushed against her ear.

“Please give me all of your cum, Sir,” Mikaela moaned weakly, voice barely above a whisper.

Kyle panted now. He threw his hips forward, ramming his stomach against her ass, shoving his thick cock deep inside her body. “You want my seed, Mikaela?” said Kyle.

Kyle’s arm around her neck and the warmth and pleasure of his shaft between her thighs left Mikaela fighting for air. She loved it. “Yes, Daddy,” she answered him.

“Did you enjoy teasing me all summer, walking around in those little skirts?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you think it was easy for me to work here when all I can ever think about is your ass and whether or not you have any panties on?”

“No, Sir.”

“That’s right, slut. It’s hell working for you, watching you strut and bounce around in tight shirts like this.” Kyle grabbed her breast impolitely, squeezing so hard that it hurt. Mikaela thought that nothing had ever felt better.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Is there-“ Mikaela bit her lip, her mind and body possessed by pleasure and lust. “Oh fuck, is there anything I can do to make up for it?”

“You can beg me to show you what I’ve wanted to do to you since my first day here, since you traded suits for low cut tops just to torture me.”

“Please, Sir,” Mikaela said, “show me what you’ve always wanted to do to me.”

Kyle’s fingers dug beneath the fabric of Mikaela’s shirt. He pulled, hard and fast, ripping it open. The buttons popped and exploded all over the desk, bouncing down her thighs. Her swollen tits spilled out, now held only by a thin translucent pink bra.

Kyle returned his free hand to her tits, squeezing, feeling her hard nipples poking into his palm through the light fabric. He grasped one between thumb and forefinger. Mikaela gasped and bucked into his hips as he squeezed and twisted, pain and pleasure thoroughly mixing under his touch.

Mikaela reached up and took each flap of her torn shirt in hand. She pulled it down past her shoulders and let it fall. It became caught between her ass and Kyle’s stomach. Kyle tugged at the fabric of her bra, pulling it down and exposing her tits. Lost in ecstasy, Mikaela’s eyes rolled back again and her arms fell to her sides, her body limp as her shirt, now just an object for Kyle’s gratification.

“Now,” grunted Kyle, “you can beg for my fucking cum.”

Mikaela weakly reached up to Kyle’s arm, fingers grasping it lightly. “Kyle,” she said, “please fill me with your seed. I want it, Daddy, I want every drop of your cum in my greedy little cumslut pussy.”

She felt his arm squeeze tighter now. His free hand dropped to her clitoris, rubbing it fiercely. Mikaela squirmed and wriggled, unable to sit still and endure that sensation at the same time. She practically screamed now.

Kyle moaned and grunted in her ear. He pressed the side of his face against hers, nuzzling her. “Mikaela, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming, I’m going to cum in your soft pussy.”

“Please, yes, Daddy, fuck! Cum inside your little whore, FUCK!”

With one final, powerful thrust, Kyle submerged his vessel within Mikaela’s roiling seas. Impossibly, she felt his cock swelling even larger. It stiffened, relaxed, then twitched once—hard. At the first splash of warmth deep in her belly, Mikaela orgasmed harder than she could remember ever doing in her life. Her thighs squeezed shut like a vice. Her stomach pulled taunt, throwing her upper body forward, crushing her neck against Kyle’s tensed arm.

Kyle felt her walls closing in like a glove around him. Then his cock twitched again, and again, and again in rapid fire. He held her tight, biting her shoulder to prevent himself from yelling. Still, he moaned loudly.

Mikaela felt every pulse of Kyle’s engorged penis. She clawed at his arm as a sea of warmth filled her, seemingly endless waves of hot cum gushing like magic from the end of Kyle’s wand. His other arm wrapped around her stomach and the both of them tumbled backward from the desk.

Kyle fell into a sitting position in Mikaela’s guest chair. She landed in his lap, his cock still fixed tight inside her. She collapsed against his chest. His arm fell from her neck and she felt the blood surging to her brain, leaving her dizzy with relief, head feeling lighter than ever. They lay like that for minutes each of which seemed to stretch on for an hour. The two of them panted against one another, exhausted, satisfied. Both of their genitals ached pleasantly. Mikaela could feel Kyle’s cock slowly retreating, shrinking ever so slightly. As it did, she felt warm liquid spill from her cum-soaked slit. The thought of how much cum must be inside her made her pussy twitch all over again.

Kyle sighed, and laughed faintly. He could feel her body holding on to him, protesting the absence of his shaft, crying out for more.

“So,” said Kyle, “about that review?”

Mikaela smiled and reached a hand over her shoulder to scratch his chin affectionately. “I give you a rating of ‘Satisfactory’ for the year.”

She felt his hand, fingers spread wide, lovingly rest on her stomach. “Just ‘Satisfactory’? Not ‘Excellent’?”

Mikaela reached down and spread her own fingers around the base of Kyle’s cock, preventing any more of his seed from spilling out and dripping down her inner thighs to his testicles.

“If you want to be ‘Excellent’, hun,” said Mikaela, “we’ll have to have a follow-up interview over wine at your apartment. Tonight.”

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